But since corruption cleaves to me O give me leave to long for thee, Thy glory should be dear to me, With fear I crave, with hope I cry, Be thou thyself, though changeling I Out of thy way remove the lets, SECTION VI. THE SONG OF HEAVEN DESIRED BY SAINTS ON EARTH. AURORA vails her rosy face When brighter Phœbus takes her place; So glad will grace resign her room Happy the company that 's gone Bless'd are the dead, yea, saith the word, "Death from all death has set us free, "Death is to us a sweet repose; "Lo, here we do triumphant reign, "The thousandth part we now behold, "Faith once stole down a distant kiss, "Earth was to us a seat of war, "We walk in white without annoy, In glorious galleries of joy: "No longer we complain of wants, "We see him at his table head His cheerful guests incessant load With all the plenitude of God. "We see the holy flaming fires, "Glory to God that here we came, "Our Lord is ours, and we are his; "No darkness now, no dismal night, The highest Prince in highest place. "This, this, does heaven enough afford, While thus I laid my list'ning ear Yet show'd me that the heav'nly song |